"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
IT TOOK US about 20 minutes to get into town. It was pretty though.
Oliver kept demanding to play Steve Lacy, then Finnick kept changing it to Eyedress, but then I wanted the Neighbourhood because they are fucking elite, and even Dallas spoke up and asked, more like ordered, to play Childish Gambino and Mac wanted Paramore.
We ended up just deciding to just queue a bunch from all of them so no one could complain that a song they wanted didn't get played.
By the time we had gotten into town, we had gone through all of them and even had time for a song Luca wanted, which was 'Message In A Bottle' by The Police. My jaw almost dropped when he requested it. Anyone that listens to The Police automatically has amazing music taste. Which sucks to admit because now I can't say that everything about him pisses me off.
Something I noticed as soon as we entered the town was how small yet big it was. Some streets were narrow and others were wide, with large intersections but small stores on each corner, like they squished as many as they could in. I like smaller stores more than big stores. They're often the best and have the best things and they're fucking massive. Lengthwise. Or depth. I don't know what one it is.
There are quite a few people for a small town, but not enough to make it gross or unappealing. That happens sometimes when I plan on going somewhere and then find it packed with people, I don't want to go anymore. I don't know why.
I don't know a lot of things. It's kinda annoying. But when I ask a question to help me figure something out or to understand something, everyone tells me to shut up and that I talk too much. It's so fucking confusing.
We parked the car and began walking around. Finnick made a straight beeline for the music store, making sure we were all following him every now and then.
The store was small, like every other store, but it looked comforting. The kind of place I would spend hours on end in. When we walked inside the store, it was massive.
You couldn't see where the vinyl section ended and the instruments started, they merged into one somewhere in the middle and disappeared down to who knows where. This is my heaven. I want to live here for eternity. I want to die in here and spend even my ghost years in here. That may be a bit much but I don't care.
Rows upon rows of vinyls, old and new, separate the store in half. One row on the left, one in the middle, and another on the right. There's no specific order or decade they're arranged in, they're all mixed together which I love because then you can just roam through all of them and pick them on the way. But I guess it's not the best if you're looking for something in particular.
